i don't really know
just how to say
this.
so i'm going to try and give it my best.
because there's really, honestly...
nothing else i can do.
and because
i'm a coward
(the biggest one i know)
i'm simply too scared
to open my mouth
and tell you
(um. hi. i love you.)
When I say I love you, it means -
I promise to love you forever more
I will always be true to you no matter what
I promise to be there whenever you need me
I will try my hardest to never hurt you
When I say I love you, it means -
I will never ask you to be anything other than yourself
I promise to give you the best of me that i can give
I will to be the best thing that's ever happened to you
i promise to never lie or cheat on you, ever
I promise all this, and myself,
because you are my everything.
I'll always be the one
that loves you more
than you'll ever love me.
You never had to work
to get my attention.
I gave it willingly...
(I am a fool.)
You never had the thrill
of chasing after me.
I was somehow always
just there, waiting for you...
And you knew that, didn't you?
(Of course you did.)
Maybe if you had loved me
before I fell for you,
then it would've been easier
for me to say good bye.
Like a leaf, her hands dropped
and floated down to her sides.
It was as if she weighed nothing.
Nothing, like her.
She was nothing really,
and you can't be anything if
you're nothing.
Do you know just
how much I love you?
I love you more than
anything I have ever
loved before in my life.
I love you more than
I'd ever be willing to
admit, even to myself,
let alone to you.
I love you so much
it physically hurts to
think of you with
someone else.
I love you enough
to follow you anywhere,
everywhere. I'll go
where ever you go.
I love you because
I believe that you
were meant to be
with me, and I was
made to be with you.
I can see her falling.
Like watching a car speed off a highway
And straight into the churning sea.
Or even just a tiny leaf, floating over the cliff
Towards that deep blue ocean.
Or even a sugar cube
Dropping into my afternoon tea
In my mind, I reach out, I touch her.
She turns to me, her smile telling me it's okay.
It'll be okay, don't worry.
I promised I would protect her.
Not to anyone else, only me.
She's so vulnerable, broken already.
At first, it seemed like nothing would happen.
She leans, perfectly still in the air,
Leaning into that nothingness.
Then the equilibrium tips.
I watch as she flutters down.
The soun
In patience fair Juliet sits and waits,
Her heart heavily cloaked with sorrow,
For Romeo to come and take her away
As the sun creeps closer to tomorrow.
i don't really know
just how to say
this.
so i'm going to try and give it my best.
because there's really, honestly...
nothing else i can do.
and because
i'm a coward
(the biggest one i know)
i'm simply too scared
to open my mouth
and tell you
(um. hi. i love you.)
When I say I love you, it means -
I promise to love you forever more
I will always be true to you no matter what
I promise to be there whenever you need me
I will try my hardest to never hurt you
When I say I love you, it means -
I will never ask you to be anything other than yourself
I promise to give you the best of me that i can give
I will to be the best thing that's ever happened to you
i promise to never lie or cheat on you, ever
I promise all this, and myself,
because you are my everything.
I'll always be the one
that loves you more
than you'll ever love me.
You never had to work
to get my attention.
I gave it willingly...
(I am a fool.)
You never had the thrill
of chasing after me.
I was somehow always
just there, waiting for you...
And you knew that, didn't you?
(Of course you did.)
Maybe if you had loved me
before I fell for you,
then it would've been easier
for me to say good bye.
Like a leaf, her hands dropped
and floated down to her sides.
It was as if she weighed nothing.
Nothing, like her.
She was nothing really,
and you can't be anything if
you're nothing.
Do you know just
how much I love you?
I love you more than
anything I have ever
loved before in my life.
I love you more than
I'd ever be willing to
admit, even to myself,
let alone to you.
I love you so much
it physically hurts to
think of you with
someone else.
I love you enough
to follow you anywhere,
everywhere. I'll go
where ever you go.
I love you because
I believe that you
were meant to be
with me, and I was
made to be with you.
I can see her falling.
Like watching a car speed off a highway
And straight into the churning sea.
Or even just a tiny leaf, floating over the cliff
Towards that deep blue ocean.
Or even a sugar cube
Dropping into my afternoon tea
In my mind, I reach out, I touch her.
She turns to me, her smile telling me it's okay.
It'll be okay, don't worry.
I promised I would protect her.
Not to anyone else, only me.
She's so vulnerable, broken already.
At first, it seemed like nothing would happen.
She leans, perfectly still in the air,
Leaning into that nothingness.
Then the equilibrium tips.
I watch as she flutters down.
The soun
things i wish the thirteen year old knew by acariad, literature
Literature
things i wish the thirteen year old knew
i. this one's about your issues with yourself.
you're really not as bad as you think you are. at everything. you're good at drawing. you're not that fat, the baby fat goes away after a while. you're not that pathetic. you're pretty smart and hell, you're god damn cute when you're not pulling stupid horrifying faces.
if i could go back now and talk some sense into that insecure bundle of mess that you were, i would do that in a heart beat. except that would be hypocritical and i don't want you to realise that despite all of the childish antics and the confidence, the now-you is just as insecure as you are at the age of thirteen.
okay maybe
talk about her search history. by acariad, literature
Literature
talk about her search history.
the thing about eulogies
is they miss the lines between
the gasps of dying breaths
whispering 'could have'
and 'what might have been'
they never tell the story
they miss the girl seated there
hunched and lonely and bolted
scrolling through search results
of someone she hates
no, you don't understand
the more you know
the more you can hate
the more you want to hate
the more you have to hate
it's always the whispers
that seem to say
they skip over the moments
when another girl would laugh
because some
it's a wednesday night
and i finally thought that
breaking through that witching hour,
falling asleep at a reasonable time
was something believable,
or merely achievable
(we are only human,
and humans suck at keeping their word)
i think i left the tea bag
inside your favourite mug
if it's white, i'm sorry
i'll wash it out tomorrow
the day's already dropped below
the pink sky and the forgotten washing
hanging out on the lines
the sun on a much-needed vacation
if only for the night
and i realise it's not every day
that i can call a place home
there are no shortcuts to dreams. by acariad, literature
Literature
there are no shortcuts to dreams.
i. time just floated away, we can watch it and stay.
She looks over them now, sitting on top of a pile of blocks backstage after the gig. They're sweaty, exhausted and probably a little dehydrated as well, but to her there's never been a more perfect scene. Leon is slowly caressing his guitar, sliding the pads of his fingers up and down the strings as he hums the main tune of their opening song. Rany is propped up against the wall with his eyes closed, his bass resting in his lap like a small puppy. Simon's lying on the ground, his drumsticks beside him, occasionally bringing the cigarette to his mouth and taking a long drag.
And then there
i said, i am one of you. i said,
let me in and maybe you
can help me because i do not
want to be your walking stick any
longer.
only your truth.
i do not want you to tell me
something like this:
it will be okay
&
i promise.
i want it closer to something
like this:
if you cannot help me, old as
you are, tall as you get,
then i want you
to stand by me, hold my hands,
and listen to me when i say,
this city is not my home
& i always wake up
alone.
pointing north but walking south by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
pointing north but walking south
i snapped a magnet in half
and fed-ex'd it to your heart.
i still remember its address.
you will open the glossy package (i wrapped
it with my intestines) toss out the styrofoam
peanuts (i wish we were nonbiodegradable too)
& pop all the bubblewrap (if i was a bubble,
how many times would you pop me?) Once
you notice my gift for
you, my burden (if
you even notice it at all) i hope
you catch the symbolism:
we are two halves of a broken
magnet. no attraction.
my heart is a compass--
but this electromagnetic
field has it spinning out
of control. no direction.
--
i checked the mail today;
my package, unop
in the room of the dead man by L-forever, literature
Literature
in the room of the dead man
he is sitting in his chair.
tubes,
comparitively large to his thin wrists,
snake down his arms and
the needles disappear
into the bruised skin on his hands.
he looks at me with a blank stare,
not recognizing me.
he doesn't recognize anyone,
not his family members,
and definitely not me.
we are leaving,
the beeping following me out into the hallway.
they are saying their final goodbyes.
i turn,
thinking I should wave,
or say something,
but I stop.
how do I say goodbye
to a man who is already gone?
Hello everyone! My name is Samantha, but just call me Sam. I'm 15 years old and I live in the USA! I love to sing and dance and do everything I can! I love reading as well.
Current Residence: My little cave. rawr. :DD
Favourite Movies
Ten things i hate about you
Favourite Writers
T. S. Elliot
Other Interests
Dancing, listening to music, having fun with my friends~
Wooow it's been a while since I updated... >.<
Sorreee! but yeah, I've been so busy with school....and dance and dahlia (my new puppy!!!)
I guess I'll only write when I have mooree time! :)
I don't really know what to write on here, hehe ~
I just came back from the dance studio.
I'm so tired and my legs are hurting, but it's a good kinda hurt, yknow?
I'm so excited though, my mum promised to buy me a puppy for my birthday! *SQUEALS AND JUMPS FOR JOY*